Creepy, Scary and Pretty Horrible. Then Just Tired.
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Lucid Intent? No
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I was in someone's kitchen. It was a strange place I'd never been. I was a man, maybe in my 30's. I was at the counter with a pen and paper as though I were making a list or writing a note. I had a blank sheet of paper, and on it I had drawn the outline of a baby. There was a reggae song playing in the background. The only thing I remember is the beginning of the chorus. "Lovin' on an island."
Suddenly, the lights dimmed and turned red. The whole room was red lit and hard to see in, as though it were being lit by nothing but red party bulbs. The music was still playing, but it was muffled sounding. The baby rose up out of the paper suddenly three dimentional and life-size, and hovered in front of me, but it was blank, hairless and featureless, just like the rough outline of one I'd drawn. It's foot brushed against me, and it sort of felt like warm flesh, but strange. I started screaming and ran out of the kitchen.
The hallway was nowhere I've ever been either. It was narrow and beige carpeted with white walls, leading to an enclosed carpeted staircase to the right. I ran into a woman on these stairs. She was about my age and wore her hair in light ringlets. She was intent about something, though I couldn't understand her. I kept backing away from her and she kept following. She backed me into the hallway. As we passed the kitchen door on my left, the door was cracked and red light poured into the hall and over us. At this moment, the woman's face turned blue and she started screaming, without looking away from me.
She backed me out the door of the house, and I had to kill her with a shovel to make her stop. I knew somehow this would only make things worse. Even though she was dead, I saw her hold her breath and bare down. When she did, two bubbles shaped like the rough outlines of a baby's feet began to protrude from the blue flesh of her throat. I had to beat them down with the shovel.
Then I was in a psychiatric hospital with electrodes hooked up to me. They were talking about me. "This man is mormon... several marriages... history of mistreating women. His baby was stillborn and he snapped and murdered his wife."
They did something to my brain with the electrodes to induce an "episode." The baby appeared again, out of thin air, and I started screaming.
In the next dream I had, I had to go to work or school, but had just finished running from one side of the town I live in all the way to the other and back again. The sun was just coming up, and something crazy just inspired me to do it. I didn't want to go to work because I was more exhausted than I'd ever been. Then I woke up still feeling this tired.
Additional Comments:
The weirdest thing about the first dream is that every aspect was completely foreign. The places were strange, the people were strange. Even the song was strange. I looked it up on the internet and found nothing, except a song where the chorus is "Livin on and Island" instead of "Lovin on an Island." It didn't sound anything like it. Very scary dream.
